Tournesol by Richard Brautigan La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g Et dans le sac à main il y avait Que seule a respiré la marraine de
Kafka’s Hat by Richard Brautigan With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Coffee by Richard Brautigan Sometimes life is merely a matter affords. I once read something abo it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra as time goes by I have found out t
Poker Star by Richard Brautigan It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
The First Winter Snow by Richard Brautigan Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na Three months ago you were like a
The Fever Monument by Richard Brautigan I walked across the park to the fe It was in the center of a glass sq by red flowers and fountains. The was in the shape of a sea horse an We got hot and died.
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr took the baby and went down there watering the cover with big revolv
Mating Saliva by Richard Brautigan A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl too close together. The creek was booths in a row with high Victoria taken off and all the backs of the
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain by Richard Brautigan Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
